A Imperatriz Viúva Assume o Poder, Tenho Apenas Nove Anos, Do Que Você Tem Medo?
Ning Chen, com apenas nove anos de idade, era o imperador marionete do Grande Império Ning. No dia de sua coroação, sua mãe biológica faleceu repentinamente. Dois anos depois, seu avô materno fracassou em um golpe de Estado e foi esquartejado diante dos olhos de Ning Chen. No turbilhão do poder, ele não tinha pessoas ao seu lado, nem autoridade! Agora, ainda por cima, todos os ministros civis e militares assinaram juntos para destituí-lo do trono! Sabendo que sua morte estava próxima, ele fechou os olhos com resignação. Quando despertou novamente, olhou obedientemente para a imperatriz viúva: Mãe, eu só tenho nove anos, do que você tem medo?
A Imperatriz Viúva Assume o Poder, Tenho Apenas Nove Anos, Do Que Você Tem Medo?
“Your Majesty, I must report that our current Emperor has been wanton and unprincipled. We implore the Empress Dowager to depose him and appoint a wise and virtuous ruler!”
“We beg the Empress Dowager to depose the Emperor and choose a worthy successor!”
Great Ning Dynasty, Golden Throne Hall.
The Prime Minister led the assembled civil and military officials, all prostrating themselves upon the ground, presenting a list of one thousand one hundred and seventy-two charges against the Son of Heaven!
Each accusation was sufficient to depose an emperor; every count could justify regicide!
Yet, upon the dragon throne sat the young Emperor Ning Chen, only nine years old, his wide, innocent eyes clouded with confusion, staring at the scene before him as if questioning reality itself:
“What’s happening?”
“I’ve only just transmigrated to become this nine-year-old emperor, haven’t even had a day to enjoy it, and now the entire court wants me deposed?”
“And I’m already accused of over a thousand crimes?”
Even as these thoughts swirled in his mind, a torrent of memories surged into his head, nearly suffocating him under their weight…
Three years ago, the former emperor died suddenly. The original Ning Chen, then only six and a prince of Changyi, was raised to the throne by the Empress Dowager. Yet on the very day the decree arrived, his mother died unexpectedly.
For the next three years, in name, Ning Chen was emperor, but in truth, a puppet, his every move shadowed by the Empress Dowager’s watchful eyes.
A year
